<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:24:31.026-08:00</updated><category term='life talk'/><category term='thomasian spirit'/><category term='school life'/><category term='champion'/><category term='advisory'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='new year'/><category term='ust'/><category term='event'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='i am oswald'/><category term='love'/><category term='christmas season'/><category term='college life'/><category term='special'/><title type='text'>PRISONER of FREEDOM</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello! I am Oswald Fabi-Sablay, (I’m proud of my name but I loathe my surname) a prisoner at a very young age. Recidivist because of the crime: outspoken and candid of what’s inside my head. I am currently detained here inside my turmoil mind and I am proud to say that I am a prisoner of freedom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-8906749235198621158</id><published>2009-06-13T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:13:12.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advisory'/><title type='text'>SENTIMIENTO NI JUAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ipinanganak na ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SENTIMIENTO NI JUAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sentimientonijuan.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.sentimientonijuan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-8906749235198621158?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/8906749235198621158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=8906749235198621158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/8906749235198621158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/8906749235198621158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentimiento-ni-juan.html' title='SENTIMIENTO NI JUAN'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-7175284086602634804</id><published>2009-06-03T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:28:42.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advisory'/><title type='text'>ADVISORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SidNLVMguII/AAAAAAAAAGM/OEbCsx5Dsjo/s1600-h/wppr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343324339961903234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SidNLVMguII/AAAAAAAAAGM/OEbCsx5Dsjo/s320/wppr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTIMIENTO NI JUAN will be soon invading the cyberspace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-7175284086602634804?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/7175284086602634804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=7175284086602634804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/7175284086602634804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/7175284086602634804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/06/advisory.html' title='ADVISORY'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SidNLVMguII/AAAAAAAAAGM/OEbCsx5Dsjo/s72-c/wppr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-8966231315378021129</id><published>2009-05-22T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:07:08.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>DO YOUR PART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As urbanization arose in the metropolis, the risk of living in an unhygienic world also arose. The possibility of having malady of any kind particularly respiratory diseases is great, for air pollution is a widespread already. It is the effect of all the obliviousness of people when it comes to taking-care-of-nature-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these serious and dangerous effects who do we expect to be blamed? The government? The drivers? Well, the answer is all of us is to be blamed. No exception. We cannot blame a taxi driver alone, or a bus driver alone; we cannot blame the government, for they have done their part. You are to be blamed. I am to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the youth has supposedly have something to say regarding this particular matter. It is being discussed inside the school, so we should be the ones acting and putting the lessons into action and applying it because we have the been thought and we are aware of it. I am not saying that the older generation will not act for nature, all I wanted to say is that we, youth, has the ample knowledge regarding the matter than anyone else, so we should know our part and do it. It may be a simple act of keeping of a candy wrapper inside your pocket or not using a straw when drinking a soft drinks but it is a great help for mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do our part and know our responsibilities. We and the future generation will be the ones who will be benefiting from its outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting for Mother Nature is like a balancing from a wire attached from a two-high posts. It should be done with care and proper strategies. One step at a time. Every step is crucial. One mere wrong step can be very costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your part!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;05apr2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-8966231315378021129?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/8966231315378021129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=8966231315378021129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/8966231315378021129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/8966231315378021129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-your-part.html' title='DO YOUR PART'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-7752896999906927585</id><published>2009-05-09T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:00:41.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>happy mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SgZ7gtjnWSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/B5puMH53tWQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334086610581936418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SgZ7gtjnWSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/B5puMH53tWQ/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-7752896999906927585?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/7752896999906927585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=7752896999906927585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/7752896999906927585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/7752896999906927585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SgZ7gtjnWSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/B5puMH53tWQ/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-2382305303971321460</id><published>2009-04-27T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T03:24:21.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ust'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SfWHFV4cWPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Zg6Nf2f7gk0/s1600-h/398years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329314259905829106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SfWHFV4cWPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Zg6Nf2f7gk0/s400/398years.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PRISONER OF FREEDOM belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-2382305303971321460?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2382305303971321460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=2382305303971321460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2382305303971321460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2382305303971321460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/04/prisoner-of-freedom-belongs.html' title=''/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SfWHFV4cWPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Zg6Nf2f7gk0/s72-c/398years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-7637953376806085359</id><published>2009-04-18T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:32:46.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>Screenplay: Who?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life there are really bonds that are formed that cannot be broken no matter what. Sometimes you really can’t find that person that will stand by us all along the way. Maybe we can find that person in a spouse and celebrate with that person in our dream wedding. Maybe that person, ironically, is our enemy. Or it can be a friend. It can the person sitting beside you in a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is also the chance that the person that you can count on your entire life is the person that knows you and sometimes know you better than yourself is the one that will stand beside all the way in your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone of us has his/her own special someone that will come into his/her life. It may not be a spouse but it can be a friend or a sibling or a niece or nephew. But we, people, should know how to wait for the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-7637953376806085359?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/7637953376806085359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=7637953376806085359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/7637953376806085359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/7637953376806085359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/04/screenplay-who.html' title='Screenplay: Who?'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-4729062361979143021</id><published>2009-04-11T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:17:43.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advisory'/><title type='text'>TRILOGY CRITIQUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SeF3a7zfqyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kx5BWudb6qM/s1600-h/screenplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323667539142617890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SeF3a7zfqyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kx5BWudb6qM/s400/screenplay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Screenplay is a three-part compositions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;explain the perplexities of life."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the first installment will be published on April 18, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brought to you by the PRISONER OF FREEDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oswalfabisablay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12apr2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-4729062361979143021?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/4729062361979143021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=4729062361979143021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/4729062361979143021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/4729062361979143021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/04/trilogy-critiques.html' title='TRILOGY CRITIQUES'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SeF3a7zfqyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kx5BWudb6qM/s72-c/screenplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-2154764371051631645</id><published>2009-04-01T00:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:44:38.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>Just the Right Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does not know the name MAVIEL GONZALES? I think all Jamers knew who this lady is. Batch 2006 Valedictorian, Editor-in-Chief of VOX and finalist in Top Ten Outstanding Student Season 2. A perfect example of a “beauty-and-brain lady” not only that but “talented” as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can say that this young lady is the perfect model to the youth. Responsible student, stretches her duties and does more than is expected for to do, bursting with talents to be proud of and does not only excels in academic area but in extra-curricular activities as well. Everything you are looking for a perfect paradigm is all she takes. She is the person that the country needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can we have another Maviel Gonzales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I certainly hope that no one will answer a big no-no because we can have another Maviel. Anybody can be another Maviel that will help our homeland escalate from it’s downfall in the mud. If we can only be just like her, to become a very responsible student, to give the very best that we can, not the second best but the very best in all things we do, to never lose self-esteem and self-confidence, to learn how to balance time, to be active in extra-cellular activities and academic field and other simple way that starts within ourselves. We can never be “real-Maviel-thingy” but what I was trying to stress is step by step learn how to be another Maviel, meaning adopt her habits as a student that might help us in our studies and to be good citizens as well. Simply put, if Maviel can do it, I can also do it! The youth is said to be the future, so they say and even Gat Jose Rizal had said : ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;6nov2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-2154764371051631645?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2154764371051631645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=2154764371051631645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2154764371051631645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2154764371051631645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-right-thing.html' title='Just the Right Thing'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-2742926638601615053</id><published>2009-03-14T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:25:43.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>writer-slash-journalist-slash-blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;From my debut blog which is “Ink Stain in My Paper”, I have jotted there that there was a point in my life that I abhor writing. I can’t believe that from a simple-school-publication everything has changed. From then on, I already started to have a taste in writing and eventually be infatuated in this “hobby”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the simplest idea inside my head to the intricate contemplation that I have created, I make sure that I have created some kind of an article or put it into writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyways, the reason why I was so infatuated in writing is that it was a therapy for my stressed-mind. I can unload all the heavy thoughts that was stocked inside my petite mind because my mind can’t take so-much-more-of-absorbing-things. And only in writing I can speak up for myself without arguing with other regarding on my beliefs and stands -just like this one. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;24oct2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-2742926638601615053?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2742926638601615053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=2742926638601615053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2742926638601615053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2742926638601615053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/03/writer-slash-journalist-slash-blogger.html' title='writer-slash-journalist-slash-blogger'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-2527839359702148439</id><published>2009-03-07T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:48:55.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advisory'/><title type='text'>PATHETIC...</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry guys for having such an anemic blog this past few weeks... don't worry i promise that i'll update this when my schedule is free... i have lots of things inside my head that i need to express through writing in this blog-slash-jail of mine... thanks for understanding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-2527839359702148439?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2527839359702148439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=2527839359702148439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2527839359702148439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2527839359702148439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/03/pathetic.html' title='PATHETIC...'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-8861169124017497422</id><published>2009-02-19T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:07:32.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>Bugging Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days, there are countless ideas that keeps bugging inside my turmoil mind. A lot of new ideas that I am supposedly publishing here. But the thing is, when I open my laptop, I usually ended up surfing the net and getting ideas from the headlines and wasting my laptop’s charge/battery. The irony thing is I really, really have lots of ideas that keeps bugging my head and I really, really love to share it with you… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-8861169124017497422?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/8861169124017497422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=8861169124017497422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/8861169124017497422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/8861169124017497422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/02/bugging-ideas.html' title='Bugging Ideas'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-4444595483003957593</id><published>2009-02-19T02:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:45:55.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='champion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>CHAMPIONS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How do you spell champions?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" S. O. P. H. O. M.O. R. E. S."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*2nd  placer in the Cheerdance Competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*Sophomres team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*wait for it's photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-4444595483003957593?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/4444595483003957593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=4444595483003957593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/4444595483003957593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/4444595483003957593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/02/champions.html' title='CHAMPIONS!'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-2960324049876625391</id><published>2009-01-24T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:44:03.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life talk'/><title type='text'>TROUBLE-FREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Words are not enough to express my true feelings for you. My world was once in astray but it changed dramatically the first time I met you. Before, I was always in the wilderness searching for something, searching for someone, searching for myself. Everyday I always make it a point to go back to that wilderness hoping to find answers to my feelings of emptiness. But still nothing happened. So one time, I decided to search for an entire day promising myself that I won't go back till I find what I have been looking for. But I guess luck was nowhere to be found. Nothing was falling into place. I was so enraged and furious because the sun is now starting to hide yet nothing is happening. Not even a single clue was there to be found. After a whole day of searching, my body was now in total fatigue, tired and feeling of hopelessness. I needed water to fill in my thirst. And a much needed rest to regain my fading strength. Coincidentally, I saw a bizarre yet magnificent river. I was so delighted and overjoyed that at last I could now drink gallons of water to satisfy my lingering body. I was so dumbfounded and astounded by the serenity and tranquility of the river. It made me appreciate the true beauty of the outside world, its simplicity and quietness. Then I made a comparison. I hope my life was like that, uncomplicated and trouble-free."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;an excerpt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-2960324049876625391?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2960324049876625391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=2960324049876625391' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2960324049876625391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2960324049876625391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/01/trouble-free.html' title='TROUBLE-FREE'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-5940500002262463364</id><published>2009-01-17T21:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T03:48:45.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am oswald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>aka OSWALD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*before I turned fifteen this twenty-first of the first month, let me share with you who really OSWALD is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am known here in my jail as the Prisoner of Freedom but when reality strikes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oswald Fabi-Sablay is the name. I have first seen the beauty of silver-colored moon of the nocturnal, due to the reason that I wasn’t born when Haring Pebo is brightly showing his mighty rays on the 21st day of the year 1994 (January 21, 1994) under th&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SXLDC7gkOgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6PXivkHUx9c/s1600-h/oswald-photo4dbdayspecial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292506967215192578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SXLDC7gkOgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6PXivkHUx9c/s320/oswald-photo4dbdayspecial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e Zodiac sign of Aquarius. Grew up being guided and raised in a Catholic manner. Hitting the books in St. James Academy since Kinder up to now (studied in San Bartolome School in Nursery) wherein I am currently residing in one of the five rooms used by the sophomores, II - St. Margaret and soon will be a resident of another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind student on account of he is enthusiastic, thrilled and excited for college, believing that he will be actually standing on his own, in a sense of living on his own and deciding for his own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be defined as a IDEALISTIC but only dreams of things that he can achieve and things that he won’t be disappointed. A HARDWORKER, he always add hundred percent to the expected hundred percent that he will be exerting, making sure that he will be successful. A SURVIVOR, knowing that we all live in a world that demands things more than the expected, he still know and manages to deal with all the obstacles he encounter along the way to his SUCCESS. But to best describe him to the utmost of everybody’s knowledge, he is SUCCESSFUL and will continue to be successful in life, with all the given distinctive “titles”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I am OSWALD, ready to face the world and bold&lt;br /&gt;enough to say I can do it no matter what!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have few dreams but I think that my dreams are peculiar for a teen, I think I dream of unusual things. To name a few is my studying in University of Santo Tomas and having my own condominium unit (the moment I enter college).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known by public that I am an ardent aficionado of UST. No other person can be as passionate as I am. And in a matter of few years, I will be a certified Thomasian at length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would usually see me chasing words to complete every critique I do. You would also see me wasting my time all throughout the day slouching in the couch while my eyes moves from left to right, understanding and analyzing each page of my precious bound-collected-leaves. A self-confessed sophisticated guy, living a life on limelight; overly affectionate for procurement what’s in and what’s hot. Believes that glamorous life can also be obtained by guys and does not only limited by gals. Remarkably known for balancing life to it’s fullest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292508338300280930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SXLESvMuYGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MotSPWC_8lU/s320/eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am OSWALD, proud to say and shouting I am living, dreaming, believing, striving to surviving in this ferocious world which demands a lot of thing to be a successful person. I am OSWALD, not a hoi polloi, an imitable guy but still, feet are planted on the ground. I am OSWALD, BELIEVER, DREAMER and SURVIVOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-5940500002262463364?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/5940500002262463364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=5940500002262463364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/5940500002262463364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/5940500002262463364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/01/aka-oswald.html' title='aka OSWALD'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SXLDC7gkOgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6PXivkHUx9c/s72-c/oswald-photo4dbdayspecial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-7067107118545884222</id><published>2009-01-16T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:04:56.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>MOI</title><content type='html'>From a world where bigotry is prevalent, I get to your feet and be drawn against the entire flora and fauna with the in mint condition me. A spanking moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;13jan2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-7067107118545884222?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/7067107118545884222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=7067107118545884222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/7067107118545884222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/7067107118545884222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/01/moi.html' title='MOI'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-5696967476334443051</id><published>2009-01-16T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:58:26.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life talk'/><title type='text'>TEXT MESSAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Minsan palpak ang buhay, unfair, malungkot, talo or sablay. Minsan nga bagyo at maulan pa. Pero kahit ganun, dapat rise and shine pa rin ang drama. May kakapitan naman e… Lakas ng loob, tiwala sa sarili at pananalig kay Pareng God. Malay mo, ginu-good time ka lang nya para minsan maki-jamming ka sa kanya. Malay mo ibibigay na nya yung matagal mo nang hinihilinh at si Destiny… (yipee!) Kaya dapat kahit maasim ang buhay, put some sugar to make it sweet from a bitter and salty day… (altight)”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This text message was sent to me early this morning by a friend. At first, this text message just look like an ordinary message of inspiration. But if we look deeper into it and dissect it, we may extend the meaning of the message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Minsan palpak ang buhay, unfair, malungkot, talo or sablay. Minsan nga bagyo at maulan pa.“ Life always comes with suffering and sadness. A person cannot live in happiness alone or cannot live in sufferings and sadness alone also. Life if balanced, often said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pero kahit ganun, dapat rise and shine pa rin ang drama. May kakapitan naman e… Lakas ng loob, tiwala sa sarili at pananalig kay Pareng God.” Life may not be as wonderful as we want and may have lots of unwanted things to come or happenings, we should not lose hope. We can survive this if we have the courage to face every problem, believing in yourself and most important to always call God because in Him everything is possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Malay mo, ginu-good time ka lang nya para minsan maki-jamming ka sa kanya.” All the unwanted things and sufferings are all challenges given to us by God to measure on how far we can go with the flow and how strong our faith is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Malay mo ibibigay na nya yung matagal mo nang hinihiling at si Destiny… (yipee!)” He will give to us our greatest desire in our life will be we have strong faith in Him and believe that He will grant us what we want in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya dapat kahit maasim ang buhay, put some sugar to make it sweet from a bitter and salty day… (altight)” Don’t be reason of your own downfall in life just because you can’t take the “unwanted things” in your life anymore and can’t survive but instaed take it as a challenge. Just lessen your negativity in life and think of positive thing that will eventually be reason of you success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;31oct2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-5696967476334443051?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/5696967476334443051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=5696967476334443051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/5696967476334443051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/5696967476334443051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/01/text-message.html' title='TEXT MESSAGE'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-1163600979403437057</id><published>2009-01-02T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:55:03.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>THROUGH IT ALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SV3iM2UoExI/AAAAAAAAADc/XppMZN6_MLw/s1600-h/dont-quit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this day and age, we live on a life that is hard to face. We live on a world wh&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SV3jkgSvQQI/AAAAAAAAADk/UtxF9KXEPqw/s1600-h/dont-quit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286631753886155010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SV3jkgSvQQI/AAAAAAAAADk/UtxF9KXEPqw/s200/dont-quit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ere it suffers from global crisis. Every poor nation becomes poorer. Deprived families became even more deprived to live. It seems that this world is only for the supreme and powerful and meager doesn’t have. The face of the earth seems to be struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, are we still be strong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think and we should be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all these episodic-true-to-life catastrophe, sometimes we want and we tend to run away, trying to escape from this irritating life. But just imagine life without all these trials. Do you think we can be as strong as we are now? I think not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If your havoc mind keeps telling you’ve had enough of all these problems but your heart keeps telling don’t give up! Who are we to be questioning Him! Do you think God will give us such problems that we cant handle? It’s a big no-no! Things will get better if you believe in Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be a prisoner of the past. Past is past. Move on. Yesterday is never today. From all the not-so-good fateful, we should take it as a lesson to never repeat that or to know what to do. If you fall just stand up again, learn from it and live your life again! Let your heart be your guide and let Him be your guide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ponder that the perfect formula to pass all these obstacles is strong faith plus perseverance plus your heart’s conviction plus a little wit, we can surely pass all the problems that we have. If we us this formula things will get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up! You got it within yourself! Just try to find it inside yourself and surely in no time you will be surpassing your problem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all just stand up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;01jan2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-1163600979403437057?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/1163600979403437057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=1163600979403437057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/1163600979403437057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/1163600979403437057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-it-all.html' title='THROUGH IT ALL!'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SV3jkgSvQQI/AAAAAAAAADk/UtxF9KXEPqw/s72-c/dont-quit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-1345273144798857267</id><published>2008-12-30T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:52:10.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>2008 turns 2009</title><content type='html'>Year 2008 may not have been cause so much joy to our life, to the society or to the world, hence it caused us more inhibitions. But for me, it has been fair and square. The Rat will be transferring it's throne to the Ox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast. It seems like yesterday we only celebrated and welcome Year 2008. But here we are, later, we’re going to change the calend&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SVskRED2znI/AAAAAAAAADM/-gDg_-sETUs/s1600-h/au+revoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SVskRED2znI/AAAAAAAAADM/-gDg_-sETUs/s320/au+revoir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285858463215701618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ar on our walls and will be welcoming Year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SVskRJe1RZI/AAAAAAAAADU/nkZnBpw3Gow/s1600-h/WELCOME2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SVskRJe1RZI/AAAAAAAAADU/nkZnBpw3Gow/s320/WELCOME2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285858464671024530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of our customs, people will be making once again their New Year’s Resolution(s). But don’t count me in. Anyways, does your [your] New Year’s Resolution come true? Or do you still make it (your past New Year’s Resolution) until now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet some don’t and good for others that still do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think that we should welcome 2009 a different way? I mean, hello? Why are you going to make a New Year’s Resolution if you can’t keep it? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not, instead of making New Year’s Resolution, let’s set some goal to achieve! Basically, New Year’s Resolutions are just mere undertaking that were meant to be busted and the turn up is you’ll be a loser while if you set your goal at least you will always be reminded to give your very best in everything that you will do. And another idea is why not change our bad and awful attitudes for the better. Change for the better! It can never be changed in a wink of an eye. It takes time. Take it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of few minutes another chapter of our lives will be ending and will immediately followed by another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said earlier, Year 2008 may not be as good as we are expecting it to be. Many trials had come along our way. But amidst to it, we stand firm enough to face all these challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir 2008!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;31dec2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-1345273144798857267?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/1345273144798857267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=1345273144798857267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/1345273144798857267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/1345273144798857267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-turns-2009.html' title='2008 turns 2009'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SVskRED2znI/AAAAAAAAADM/-gDg_-sETUs/s72-c/au+revoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-2200020962237509758</id><published>2008-12-30T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:19:01.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>ONLY YOU CAN CHOOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can associate life with sundry mere things that we can never imagine, not even in our wildest dreams can be associated to but it is possible that we can match up to our life with these mere life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a box full of chocolate. You’ll never know what sweet treat might come next to meet in your mouth for the next big scene, connoted by one of my colleagues -Kristelle. Indeed, life is full of surprises. Expect the unexpected, so they say. We may not meet what we are expecting and we may meet the things that we don’t expect to happen but the choice of choosing what is best for us is within ourselves. We are the only ones who can tell what will be our fate in the ensuing imminent future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We are the ones who are painting the wall that signifies our life. We are the ones who paint black in our wall, the red, the green, the blue to mention few. The more colors we paint in the wall, the more our life will be meaningful. There may have been some perquisites but we must never be abuse these perquisites, but instead be just be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Life is can be as funny as a comedy films maybe, or can be as enchanting as a fairytale movies can be or can be as dreadful as a horror and suspense movie, or can be as lovely as a love-story movie can be or can be as gloomy as a drama movie. Life is a silver screen in a making. All the “genre” that we’re mentioned above are all part of our mere life that makes it complete before ending, and that ending lies among us, we may choose have a happy-ending story or a wrecked-ending story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Life is a paradox. It is full of contradicting things that happens everyday that we might not be aware of. Choose wisely are the words of the game. Be painstaking in making decisions. We are the ones whom we are going to benefit in the end if we follow this only rule in life. We are the ones is will be responsible for every decisions we make. Have off pat that we make decisions to make our life more colorful not to wreck our life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;9nov2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-2200020962237509758?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2200020962237509758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=2200020962237509758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2200020962237509758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2200020962237509758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-you-can-choose.html' title='ONLY YOU CAN CHOOSE'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-5424164876196598073</id><published>2008-12-23T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:01:52.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>YULETIDEseason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas is always the happiest and the much awaited season in our family. For some reasons, Christmas became my favorite time of the year -the cold breeze that touches our skin, the break from doing and thinking school works etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate Christmas the way we used to -exchanging of gifts, going to the mall and b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SVHeL48i0RI/AAAAAAAAACk/PAMqlFD_Mzg/s1600-h/yuletide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SVHeL48i0RI/AAAAAAAAACk/PAMqlFD_Mzg/s320/yuletide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283248133728555282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uying new clothes and shoes, singing Christmas carols, eating, going to our ninongs and ninangs and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question now is, "Do you know the true meaning of Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Great little One! Whose all embracing birth lifts&lt;br /&gt;  Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth."&lt;br /&gt;  -Richard Crashaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming of Jesus Christ, the Saviour, the Messiah is the true and heart of Christmas. It is the most amazing event that happend in the history of mankind. Jesus became human, like us who experienced how normal people lived. God sent His only son to save us because of one reason. LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to payback the greatness and goodness of God, we should love in return. Love yourself. Love your parents. Love your siblings. Love your neighbor. Love your enemies and love the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Yuletide Season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-5424164876196598073?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/5424164876196598073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=5424164876196598073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/5424164876196598073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/5424164876196598073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/12/yuletideseason.html' title='YULETIDEseason'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SVHeL48i0RI/AAAAAAAAACk/PAMqlFD_Mzg/s72-c/yuletide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-2627259238633373720</id><published>2008-12-20T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:19:04.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thomasian spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>YELLOW stands above all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SU3N5q-jbXI/AAAAAAAAACE/NyG_Wl_wqI0/s1600-h/Slide3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SU3N5q-jbXI/AAAAAAAAACE/NyG_Wl_wqI0/s320/Slide3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282104328648355186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"unlike the students of the University of the Philippines, Ateneo de Manila and De La Salle, the UST community had been silent and modest of their Tiger blood"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SU3N5SILCZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LWzWE3d-sJY/s1600-h/Slide6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SU3N5SILCZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LWzWE3d-sJY/s320/Slide6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282104321977813394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Uplift the Thomasian spirit"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SU3N5fhstlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aK5vCfkQc0Q/s1600-h/Slide2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SU3N5fhstlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aK5vCfkQc0Q/s320/Slide2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282104325574538834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Rock and Roar"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SU3N5B4QICI/AAAAAAAAABs/8l0-qKjBrxc/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SU3N5B4QICI/AAAAAAAAABs/8l0-qKjBrxc/s320/Slide1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282104317616070690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you have it, then flaunt it!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;note: all the captions were from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the article&lt;br /&gt;-Shirts that RAWR! of  December 19, 2008 issue&lt;br /&gt;The Varsitarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;20dec2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-2627259238633373720?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2627259238633373720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=2627259238633373720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2627259238633373720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2627259238633373720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/12/yellow-stands-above-all.html' title='YELLOW stands above all!'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SU3N5q-jbXI/AAAAAAAAACE/NyG_Wl_wqI0/s72-c/Slide3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-6920565170168254691</id><published>2008-12-11T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:01.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>Do You Believe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;IF SOMEONE HAD A GUN HELD IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE AND ASKED YOU IF YOU BELIEVED IN GOD, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;            SAY NO AND FEEL ASHAMED THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?OR SAY YES, I DO, AND DIE STANDING UP FOR GOD?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;            If you would say no, DELETE THIS E-MAIL , NOW.IF YOU WOULD SAY YES,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;            AND STAND UP FOR JESUS CHRIST, PLEASE READ THIS AND PASS ON.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;            Note: This is a true article that was printed in a southern newspaper less then a year ago&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;            TAKE A DEEP BREATH BEFORE READING THIS&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; There was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their daughter anything about the Lord. One night when the little girl was 5 years old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the Mom, right in front of the child. Then, the dad shot himself. The little girl watched it all. She then was sent to a foster home. The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to church. On the first day of Sunday School, the foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus, and to have patience with her. The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said, "Does anyon e know who this is?" The little girl said, "I do, that's the man who was holding me the night my parents died."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; If you believe this little girl is telling the truth that even though she had never heard of Jesus, he still held her the night her parents died, then you will forward this to as many people as you can.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;            Or you can delete it as if it never touched your heart.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;            Funny, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;            Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;            Funny how we believe what the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;PLEASE spread this in any forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-6920565170168254691?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/6920565170168254691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=6920565170168254691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/6920565170168254691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/6920565170168254691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-believe.html' title='Do You Believe?'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-6463042827258190954</id><published>2008-12-03T04:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:42:28.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I was in point of fact swamped in amity and was clear-fell by it’s grandiose supremacy. I was not able to mull over of my part. I didn’t leftward a single spec of ardor for myself. Not fathoming, I am already downing myself and obliterating my imminent and so my dear existence. After lengthy stint of discerning, I turn up to a verdict that I must take up and bequeath myself one more venture to hold dear myself. And cry that life must carry on whatever complications may happen.""&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;3dec2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-6463042827258190954?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/6463042827258190954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=6463042827258190954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/6463042827258190954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/6463042827258190954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-6815200929669236912</id><published>2008-12-03T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:43:03.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><title type='text'>Voices in Harmony</title><content type='html'>*note: the next critique your going to read is actually a message from the Chairman of Voices in Harmony published in their souvenir-book and was actually read as the opening remark in the Grand Finals Night of Voices in Harmony held at the Crossroad 77 Convenarium last November 29, 2008 at 5PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It was 1999 when the first Voices in Harmony was staged at the University Theater of the Philippines’ premiere state university. Planned as one-time-big-time event of the Children’s Museum and Library, Inc. Junior Council Alumni Association (CMLI JCAA), it has grown and developed to be one of the most premiere and sought-after annual choral competitions in the country today. In its tenth year of existence, Voices in Harmony has been a living legacy of empowering the youth through music as it does not only focus on the youth’s talent development but also in gearing them towards the appreciation of Philippine airs - a mirror of our culture, our identity as Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Allow me to say that Voices in Harmony has somehow set the standards of choral competitions in the region. It has a decade of giving our secondary school choirs a suitable competition venue, year-after-year exciting avant-garde compulsory pieces, and top caliber personalities in the field of choral music as jury members, to name a few. These serve as a challenge not only to the choral groups  and glee clubs but also to the organizing committee as expectations rise and as audience grow in number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As the doors of Crossroad 77 Convenarium open, we present our ten competitive choir-finalists armed with their musical prowess and their conductors’ choral ingenuity. Tonight we pat tribute to the future Philippine ambassadors of chorals singing, to the ethnolinguistical groups of the uplands contributing their bountiful rhythms and chants, and to young, budding Filipino composers who continue to enrich the Philippines’ musical excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is a celebration of a decade of empowering the youth through music. This is your annual awit-tagisan ng batang Pilipino! This is Voices in Harmony!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlz William C. Dimal&lt;br /&gt;Chairman&lt;br /&gt;Voices in Harmony 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-6815200929669236912?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/6815200929669236912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=6815200929669236912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/6815200929669236912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/6815200929669236912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/12/voices-in-harmony.html' title='Voices in Harmony'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-2369857761462000429</id><published>2008-11-29T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:35:08.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>WHAT EACH KISS MEANS</title><content type='html'>WHAT EACH KISS MEANS&lt;br /&gt;for everyone&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss on the Upperchest: I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss on the Forehead: We're cute together.&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss on the Cheek: We're friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss on the Hand: I adore you.&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss on the Neck: I want you, now.&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss on the Shoulder: Your perfect.&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss on the Lips: I think I like you.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT EACH GESTURE MEANS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Holding Hands: We definitely like each other.&lt;br /&gt;- Touching on the Butt: Your fun.&lt;br /&gt;- Holding you tight pressed against each other: I want you.&lt;br /&gt;- Looking into each other's Eyes: I like you, for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;- Playing with Hair: Let's fool around.&lt;br /&gt;- Arms around the Waist: I like you too much to let go.&lt;br /&gt;- Laughing while Kissing: I am completely comfortable with you.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVICE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you were thinking about someone while reading this, you're definitely in Love.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REQUIREMENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Post this again after reading!!! Or you will have a bad year of Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU (LIKE), (LOVE), OR (MISS) SOMEONE RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and can't get them out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;- then Re-post this within One Minute and Whoever you are missing will surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;- Repost this as "WHAT EACH KISS MEANS"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-2369857761462000429?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2369857761462000429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=2369857761462000429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2369857761462000429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2369857761462000429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-each-kiss-means.html' title='WHAT EACH KISS MEANS'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-8511250541709072832</id><published>2008-11-28T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:30:43.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT</title><content type='html'>High school life is like playing basketball. Through the duration of the game, opponent-players will steal the ball from you in their effort to stop you from shooting and making points. But if you win the game, it feels that it’s all worth it -all the efforts that you exert in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing my first-ever game in High School last year is not as easy as playing jackstones. Along the road to success, I have met many opponents that tried to steal the ball in my hand during the four-quarter game. Since I have exert a lot of effort, sacrificed a lot, and my heart’s conviction made my championship-dream a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving certificates in every quarter made my stressed-mind relaxed. Knowing that all the hardships and effort that I have given in the game is all worth it. No regrets in making sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first game is off. Here comes the second one -the second year level. It is a different level, which is much more difficult compared to last year’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"There is always room for improvement"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from last year’s sweet victory, this year is totally different. On the first quarter of my second game, I received my first-ever bitter-moment. I wasn’t able to qualify in the honor roll. It is at some point disappointing knowing that I gave my very best just to win. But I am proud to say that at least I did not receive failing marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being not part of the honor roll is no big deal with me as long as I will not receive failing marks per se. But people pressuring me and keep telling me (until now) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bumawi ka next quarter ha&lt;/span&gt;, pissed me off that other people seems not to appreciate that I didn’t receive failing marks. It may be a small matter but a  simple compliment encourages me to improve more. Instead of looking to the negative side which is not being an honor student; lets just look on the brighter side that I didn’t fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my second quarter game in the my second game is another acrimonious stint in my life. The pressure that was put forward to me doubles. Now, I can really tell that I am really pressured. With all those questions thrown to, just say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what happened to you?&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bumawi ka uli ha!&lt;/span&gt; is a big turn-off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encountering this matter, I come up to a decision to take this as a challenge. A challenge wherein I will let these people realize that receiving a certificate didn’t matter, what matter’s most is on how you will apply the lessons you have learned from every pages of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is not too late to improve. There is always room for improvement. There are still three quarters and two more games to look forward. I can still get the championship that I am dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;3oct2008 and 28nov2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-8511250541709072832?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/8511250541709072832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=8511250541709072832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/8511250541709072832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/8511250541709072832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/11/room-for-improvement.html' title='ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-2084671807762041258</id><published>2008-10-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:56:58.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>ON OUR WAY TO SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>Revival - renewal of interest&lt;br /&gt;Development - event causing change&lt;br /&gt;Potential - possible but as yet not actual&lt;br /&gt;Breakout - forceful escape&lt;br /&gt;Determination - firmness of purpose&lt;br /&gt;Purpose - reason of existence&lt;br /&gt;Retribution - punishment/vengeance&lt;br /&gt;Pressure - constant state of worry and urgency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to success is very bristly. No one can pass it very easily. A lot of effort should be exerted before heading toward to our goal. It will be painful before being successful. It requires a lot of hardwork before victory. It will take frustration before triumph. Along the very rough road, we can be injured, we can be bruised, and we can be crushed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SQqBdnA3qsI/AAAAAAAAABA/NMh4alxEAys/s1600-h/inspirationalimage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SQqBdnA3qsI/AAAAAAAAABA/NMh4alxEAys/s320/inspirationalimage.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263161460224666306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we really run to the road of success, we should really know the PURPOSE of our odyssey towards success because if it remains vague to us, it will be the reason for our downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be a point in one’s life that we can get tired of achieving our goals because of all the consequences but we should never lose hope and don’t be afraid to REVIVE the spirit of achieving your goal inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the road, we are going to encounter different obstacles that will  stop us from reaching our goals but as we encounter these obstacles surely, we have something to be learned that will lead us our DEVELOPMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from achieving our goals, we may [unknowingly] discover new things upon oneself that might help us in achieving and we will see that we have the POTENTIAL to survive. but it can also be the reason of our failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from discovering new things, meeting those obstacles may help us to really know ourselves. It will help us to know our strengths as well as our weaknesses and be able to BREAK-OUT to these weaknesses that doesn’t help in reaching what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strive harder to reach the goalpost by not looking on how far more we should run but on the strength of our DETERMINATION, we can measure how near we are to our goalpost no matter how small we are and how big our dreams are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look yourself very small because you are just starting you way to success and look up at others because they are headed because it we will just be PRESSURED and that will also lead to our failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may fall down due to some circumstances but never lose hope and stand up again with pride and be proud of your bruises because it will be the marks of all your hardships and go on. If we succeed, it will serve as the RETRIBUTION to all those who wish for our failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all the most important thing is the YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, surely you will be the most successful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;30oct2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-2084671807762041258?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/2084671807762041258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=2084671807762041258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2084671807762041258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/2084671807762041258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-our-way-to-success.html' title='ON OUR WAY TO SUCCESS'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SQqBdnA3qsI/AAAAAAAAABA/NMh4alxEAys/s72-c/inspirationalimage.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-8830964678743520215</id><published>2008-10-24T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:02:28.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>THE CYCLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you believe that people around us have different perspectives in their lives or you believe that we have one common perspective why we are living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that I believe that each and everyone of us have different perspectives in our life but have a common purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this ambitious and ferocious world where we are living into, we meet different kinds of people. From the simplest person who exudes simplicity to the most sophisticated who executes glamour. From the vilest who only wants a food to fill in their crumbling stomachs to the affluent person who wants everything even eternity, from all walks of life, so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these people we choose who are we going to accept as our friends, who we are going to love, and who we are going to hate. We choose them because we have our own reason, maybe a personal one, or is required to do so, or just you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never say when life can give the best and when it will give the worst. Irony things may occur. The people we choose to accept and to love whom give out the best in us maybe also give us the most hurting memories that we don’t want to remember forever and the persons whom we chose to hate can possibly the ones who can heal the wounds that were created by the ones we choose love although we know that time can only heal the wounds that is inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s the reason why we exist. To choose. To love. To hate. To be loved. To be hated. To be wounded. And to stand-up again. And we choose, love, being loved, being hated, getting wounded and standing-up again and we do it again and again and again. I think that’s the cycle. It has something to do with the relationship we build around the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;24oct2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-8830964678743520215?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/8830964678743520215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=8830964678743520215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/8830964678743520215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/8830964678743520215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/10/cycle.html' title='THE CYCLE'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-5632979327392694614</id><published>2008-10-22T22:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:22:49.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>at last!</title><content type='html'>At last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hardships&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sacrifices&lt;/span&gt; I've done during this week due to the quarterly examination, it is finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW here's my sched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies - quite easy&lt;br /&gt;Filipino - easy&lt;br /&gt;Speech - quite easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday   &lt;br /&gt;Religion - quite easy&lt;br /&gt;Biology - quite easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;English - so-so&lt;br /&gt;Math - easiest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony thing is this: i hate Math but it is the easiest. Swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... Enough of school life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this means sem-break! oh yeah! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-5632979327392694614?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/5632979327392694614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=5632979327392694614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/5632979327392694614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/5632979327392694614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-last.html' title='at last!'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-3082647475390912802</id><published>2008-10-17T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T04:31:01.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>CHOOSING ONLY THE BEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a fourteen-year old guy, he is already craving for his college life. This guy’s view in High School being the best stage of life but he deems that it doesn’t end in the Secondary level but it continues until college. There are many factors why he is so excited, one is he will get his freedom meaning, he may do whatever he want to, meet whoever he want to meet, and go wherever he want to go; second, he will be living on his own (condo) as a sign independency and there are other factors. One of his priorities as of now, (as a preparation for his college) is to choose the University where he will fit best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating it’s quadricentennial on the year wherein the guy will bid his go&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SPh0eEUQ-KI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CZ5ak-lkgMQ/s1600-h/240px-UST_Main_Bldg_Facade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SPh0eEUQ-KI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CZ5ak-lkgMQ/s320/240px-UST_Main_Bldg_Facade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258080624858691746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;od-bye to his first alma mater and say his hello to his new-second-home, The Pontifical and Royal University of Santo Tomas, the Catholic University of the Philippines is the guy’s desire. Being the oldest University in the country (it is older than the Harvard University), it already made it’s name shine the most. And it was also tested by time, that no matter what happens they still do their best.  The España-based university has come along it’s way by producing graduates who are competent in the field of their choice(s) and so they are awarded as “The Best Performing Private University”. It's history and the reputation the school brings to its graduate. And the guy doesn’t want to miss the University’s 400 years of academic excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the only fo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SPh07GjOzYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8c2K62dOSMQ/s1600-h/200px-UP-OuezonHall-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SPh07GjOzYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8c2K62dOSMQ/s320/200px-UP-OuezonHall-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258081123674541442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ur Universities (in the Philippines) that was able to be part of the Top 500 ranking by The Times Higher Education Supplement that gives them honor and mirror their academic excellence, replicating their motto: “Honor and Excellence”, the University of the Philippines. The Diliman-based University is proclaimed as the National University due to it’s performance in academics. It is said to be that it is one of Universities which is difficult to enter because only students who is intellectually-capable and has passion in studying deserves to be called Iskolars ng Bayan. Same as with UST, the guy is also looking forward to it’s academic excellence that is why they are able to bring into being the country’s bests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home where blue stood up, the Ateneo de Manila University. Identical wit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SPh1ULbqccI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rsJIN-2WF5Y/s1600-h/250px-Church_of_the_gesu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SPh1ULbqccI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rsJIN-2WF5Y/s320/250px-Church_of_the_gesu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258081554481705410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h UST and UP, the boy is also gullible that the Jesuit-led University will also give their best to hone their student in their fields, that’s why they are one the four Universities, together with UP, UST and DLSU, who were able to part the Top 500 ranking. The University has the most difficult entrance exam that a freshman will take (if I am not mistaking), an initial observation that the University chooses students who are academically competent and does not accept students who are academically poor and impotent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow, Maroon and Blue is the guy’s top three universities where he wants to take his first-three-entrance-exams, in that order. The guy doesn’t consider other universities not superior in their own but he just want the three-best universities that he thinks he will fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;11oct2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-3082647475390912802?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/3082647475390912802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=3082647475390912802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/3082647475390912802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/3082647475390912802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/10/choosing-only-best.html' title='CHOOSING ONLY THE BEST'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SPh0eEUQ-KI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CZ5ak-lkgMQ/s72-c/240px-UST_Main_Bldg_Facade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674858080708877779.post-1154469380505000483</id><published>2008-10-17T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:05:48.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble-scribble-scribble'/><title type='text'>inkSTAINonMYpaper</title><content type='html'>WRITING bores me a lot. It is hard for me to do such “novel-length” reports or even a very short articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Way back when I was in Grade School, we have this subject -Writing (which is under the Makabayan subject),&lt;br /&gt;wherein we have to compose an article to be submitted on the same day (we are lucky if she will allow us to submit&lt;br /&gt;it next week). When our teacher’s foot already stepped-inside the classroom, my heart starts to palpitate. Really,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have passion in writing in those days. I think when I was about to graduate elementary I think I am the most&lt;br /&gt;happiest person in the world -not just because we are about to graduate but I am bidding my good-byes to the subject&lt;br /&gt;that I hate most -Writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this “writing-thingy” would stop haunting me when I graduate GS, but I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I entered High School when the first issue of the VOX (official newspaper of the HS) was released.&lt;br /&gt;As usual I read the columns that only gets my attention. After reading ALMOST the whole newspaper, I think my world&lt;br /&gt;changed 360-degrees. I get a piece of paper and started to scribble my thoughts. And I was mesmerized on how I easily&lt;br /&gt;jotted my thought inside my head. And the irony thing is that I even tried to join the VOX but unfortunately I was not&lt;br /&gt;able to qualify. Well, I just thought that I am not still prepared to be part of it. Maybe next time will be my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fervor and infatuation in writing strengthen when I became a sophomore (this year).&lt;br /&gt;My classmates encouraged me to continue writing, scribbling and critiquing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you believe that I will be once again trying my luck to enter the VOX and when I graduate, try my luck to enter&lt;br /&gt;what I am craving for -the VARSITARIAN, which broad-thinkers and broad-minded persons will be by criticizing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird that there is a point in my life that I really regret writing and now bessoted in writing&lt;br /&gt;so here I am writing this critique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oswaldfabisablay&lt;br /&gt;11oct2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5674858080708877779-1154469380505000483?l=behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/1154469380505000483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5674858080708877779&amp;postID=1154469380505000483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/1154469380505000483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674858080708877779/posts/default/1154469380505000483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindbarsoffreedom.blogspot.com/2008/10/inkstainonmypaper.html' title='inkSTAINonMYpaper'/><author><name>prisoner of freedom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519368066227375176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc7FnK74ZMs/SUYQEeCmYNI/AAAAAAAAABM/O95nvKtuubI/S220/oswaldsablay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
